AN: Thank you for the few of you who have reviewed and liked my story. :) As I've said before, I'm sorry if you find my plot to be similar to other TMNT fics, but I've been a creative person since I was little so I hope you'll be satisfied with my writing skills to keep you interested.

ON WITH THE FIC!

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Chapter 4: Helpless

April sighed as she stopped to rest at a bench in Central Park. It was noon and the guys still hadn't come back. For all they knew, the turtles could've gone on a mission to infiltrate the Foot's hideout for one reason or another. Either that, or the Foot had "infiltrated" them. She shook the thought from her head and checked the silver watch on her wrist.

"Where is he? I said to be here at 12:00. What part of that didn't he understand?"

Said person screeched to a halt in front of the bench April was on, the motorcycle's exhaust fumes making her cough a couple times.

"Hiya babe! Phew, sure is crowded here today!" He said cheerfully while taking off his helmet, flipping the shoulder-length black hair out of his face.

"All the more reason to find the guys, and pronto." She climbed onto the back of his ride, strapped the extra headgear on and wrapped her arms around her husband's waist.

"Uh, hey! Aren't we gonna rest a bit? You know, maybe get somethin' to eat?"

"No time, Casey. Master Splinter is worried sick about those four." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "And so am I..."

Figuring he shouldn't argue, Casey zoomed off down the bikers path and out of Central Park for one more round through downtown New York. If they weren't able to find their friends here, then who knew where they could've disappeared to.

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In the amount of time it took for a lab rat to find cheese in a maze, Donatello could've taken the cheese, studied it's physical properties, broke it down into it's main components, and told you from where the cheese originated, what kind it was, and the age of it. Some may comment on how boring or mundane the process sounds, but it didn't matter to Donny. He loved science, no matter how big or small the task.

At this very moment, the nerves in Donatello's brain were firing off at rapid speed, sending signals down to his others body parts of the impending danger he was in. If he wasn't careful he could easily have a panic attack, and then where would he end up? The reason for panicking? It could've been that he wasn't able to move a single muscle, or that his eyes would refuse to open without strain. It could've been that he was in an unfamiliar environment that seemed to rumble and pitch every few seconds, the cold feeling of steel chilling his plastron. He wasn't bound in any way, so why couldn't he move?! He tried running through every possible explanation for his current position, but he kept on hitting a wall; a dead end.

Like a rat in a maze...

Before, he felt numb, but the tingling in his legs was starting to wear off. This proved one of his theories that maybe he'd been sedated. But, because most of his motor skills were inadequate at this point in time, Donatello couldn't make an educated guess about anything else that had happened as of late. He could barely remember what he was doing tonight... wait, was it still night out? Or maybe morning? Shell, a whole week could've passed without his knowing! It was imperative that he found out what was going on, and fast. Who knew what state he'd find himself in next? But, before he could attempt on moving again, he heard a muted voice coming from a few feet away.

"Are we close to base?" The first voice had a British accent and sounded stoic and business-like, as if he'd never been phased by anything in his entire life.

"Yes. We're approaching the no-fly zone around the island. We should be landing in about 20 minutes." A pilot? That's all Donny could assume at the time.

"Good. I'm going to contact Jaeger one more time to tell him about one of our house guest's recent behavior."

"Why? What happened?" Another voice. This one was a tenor compared to the lower voices he'd heard earlier.

"It woke up. It's almost unfathomable since I had pumped enough sedative for a whole lion into these things."

"I'll say."

"But I'm sure that my client will be ecstatic over this fact."

"So am I."

Donatello was able to figure things out that no one else could in a few seconds flat. But this situation didn't take a mutant turtle with an IQ over 140 to comprehend what was happening.

Somehow, it seemed he'd been captured by these men and was now being transported to a certain rendezvous point with said "client" the English man had mentioned. None of these guys sounded like Purple Dragons or the Foot. What'd he'd gotten involved in sounded much more menacing and thought-out than what their usual enemies would concoct.

'Okay Donny. Collect yourself. You need to think of a way out of this before you're made into 200 lbs. of turtle soup. From the sound of things, these men have a plan for me. But what? I can only assume they would turtle-nap me for my intellect, but that's not proven yet...'

Then, a dark thought plagued Donny's mind. What if he wasn't the only one on board this aircraft besides those men? The turtle decided that it's now or never, and managed to open one of his eyes enough to get a good look at his surroundings.

He guessed the airplane part right, as well as the floor being made of metal. His captors were standing at the front of the plane only 10 feet away. He had to be careful that they didn't notice he'd regained consciousness. He didn't want that sedative they were talking about earlier to be injected into his system again. Slowly and quietly, Donatello turned his head to the right. Nothing but a steel wall. Now to the left.

'Oh no.'

He was staring directly into the face of his younger brother, Michelangelo. Cocking his head a little more to the side, Donny could see that both Leonardo and Raphael had been taken captive as well.

'How did this happen?! I can't remember anything after the hardware store... but...'

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"Have a good evening, young man." The store clerk nodded at the teenager in a trench coat, which happened to be none other than Donatello.

"Ah, you too!" The turtle in disguise politely said back over his broad shoulder. The old man was too near and far sighted to see who resided underneath the shady clothing, but it didn't matter to him. The 80 year old loved people all the same.

This is exactly why Donatello came to his shop. Sometimes he was able to carry on some fun conversations with the graying man, but today he needed to hurry back and finish the project he was working on. It was going to be a new defense system for the Battle Shell, equipped with small missiles that actually tracked the target instead of blindly shooting in a straight line. Numerous times they had missed and hit something that would most definitely cause the city trouble later on. His trip to the hardware store was to pick up a new welding tool and some bolts that they'd run out of.

"It sure is getting late. I better take the short cut."

Donatello turned the corner into an alley two blocks away from the shop and checked his bag to see if everything he bought was put in there (since the old man could be forgetful at times and miss a particular item).

As he was busying himself, a flash of black jumped from one end of the alley behind a dumpster in front of him. The young ninja easily noticed this and silenced the rustling of his plastic bag. Donatello waited to see if whatever had caught his eye would reveal itself, but nothing happened.

"Hello? Is somebody there?", he called into the darkness. The only thing that moved was the moonlit steam that coiled out of the grates ahead.

"If this is some kind of prank Mikey, then..."

But, as he backed away from the shadowed area, the turtle felt a small pin prick in his neck, and it didn't feel like any mosquito he'd ever encountered.

Donatello tried turning around to see who or what was behind him, but the muscles in his neck were already starting to tire. So much so, that within a few seconds Donatello couldn't even blink properly.

"Wha... Mikey...? Is that yo..." His words were slurred and became in-comprehensive after a while. His attackers face was hidden under what looked like a wide-brimmed hat of some kind. The toothy grin was Donatello's last sight as he fell, all rational thought leaving him.

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The purple-masked turtle peered cautiously back up at the men who supposedly had captured all of his brothers without breaking a sweat. Well, he didn't know that for sure. Maybe Donatello himself had been the only easy acquirement? That would be so humiliating... The others would never let him live it down.

Although that's not what mattered now. The real problem came in a set of three men, two of which were heavily armed at the hip, but all of which wanted to do them some sort of harm. If he revealed himself and tried fighting, it'd probably end up being a losing battle. The sedative was still coursing through Donatello's body like an unrelenting river current, and who knew when it would ware off? One of the men said that he had to sedate one of his brothers again because they had woken up. He glanced at each of them to see if he could decipher which one was more heavily unconscious than the other, but it was impossible to tell. Mikey was drooling at the lip more than usual. Maybe it was him that got the extra dosage?

Instead of dwelling on the subject, Donatello began thinking of a way out of their present predicament. Why had they been captured? Since no serious blows had been dealt to him and his siblings, did that mean that these new enemies had another plan for them? If so, then what was this plan? How much time had passed since they'd been capture? And Master Splinter... did he know they were missing?

Donatello, who had found the strength necessary to open his eyes fully, did just that, and found that he his face was about 2 inches away with one of the human men's.

He almost let out a surprised yell.

"Why, hello there." That thick English voice rolled off his tongue, like butter being spread on a burnt piece of toast.

Donatello didn't move, nor did he speak a word to the stranger. He was too afraid of what might happen if he did.

"Looks like you're about ready to roll out of bed as well. I must say, you turtles have such a quiet tenacity that is intrigues me more than any other prey I've had the pleasure of capturing... or, meeting, in your case."

Donny was compelled to say what was on his mind about this guy, but didn't want to chance it.

"Come now. Don't be frightened. You may talk if you so desire. I won't bite." His lips snaked to the sides of his face in a smile, and although it seemed friendly, the vibe Donatello got from it was anything but.

It was now or never.

"Why are you doing this?" The wary turtle asked.

"Ah, I'm glad you decided to speak up. Don't worry. I'll answer your questions, but not now. Everything will be explained once we've reached our destination."

"And, ugh... where would that be? Who are you?" Donatello winced as he tried moving.

"Patience. As I've said, you will soon see. But, for now, I'd feel comforted if you were to go back to sleep." The man bent down and fluidly stuck the needle into Donatello's arm. "This is the sedative I used earlier on you. I'll apply a small amount since we're getting to close to the island."

"Wait! Don't... ah..." His vision started swimming again, only this time is took affect more quickly.

"Hey, did one of them wake up again?" The younger voice from earlier piped up. Before blacking out, Donatello saw a shiny-toed boot in his view, showing the turtle a reflection of himself and the pathetic state he was in.

'Dammit...'

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The black phone on his desk rang.

"Yes?" Jaeger already knew who it was since this was a private number he'd only given to 3 people.

"Sir, we're a few miles away from the island. It'll be about 10 minutes until we land."

"Good work, Slicer. And the state of the turtles?"

"Two of them had woken up in the last hour, sir. I re-sedated them. They have incredible stamina."

This made the blonde man very happy. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

A flashing red light...

"Contact me when you've touched down, Slicer. I've got another call." Without waiting for a reply, Jaeger pressed the button on line 2 and changed his wicked smirk into a cheerful smile.

"Selma! I didn't think you'd be calling so soon."

"J, I hope you've been behaving yourself." A playfully stern female voice sounded through the speakers.

His hardy laugh was one of those laughs that would be deemed too loud at the dinner table.

"Oh, you know me, Selma! When have I ever done otherwise?" He joked back.

"I don't trust that tone of yours Jaeger Baldwin." Her voice was smiling back on the other end.

Selma Baldwin was the 26 year old younger sister of Jaeger. She still lived in Germany, unlike her big brother, and housed herself in an apartment complex on the outskirts of Berlin. It was a relatively safe neighborhood, but she was a woman who was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, a fact which Jaeger knew well. She worked as a nurse in a general hospital not far from where she lived, and her main task was to check up on the seniors in the terminal illnesses department. It was a tough job, physically and emotionally, but Selma's defenses were tougher. She received this hard-shell exterior from their father who passed away in his sleep some years ago. A silver locket carrying her parents' picture was dangling around her thin neck at all times to remind herself of their presence.

But why had she called on a work day? Selma usually had a weekly chat with her brother every Saturday or Sunday. Was something wrong? Jaeger would soon find out.

"Goodness! The traffic was stifling this morning." The girl complained in that same pouty voice of hers over the phone. She'd used that tactic to get the attention she wanted from their mother and father as a tiny tot.

"What's going on over there?" He asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing really. Just some big food festival they're hosting at the stadium. I don't know why they didn't do it on a weekend, but I guess they have their reasons." She let out an exasperated sigh.

"I see. Too bad I'm not there. I could really use some home-cooking right about now." It was the truth. The food in America wasn't so bad, but he missed the familiar tastes of home.

"Well then I'm glad I've made this decision." Selma held her cell phone between her head and shoulder while reaching into her purse for some ChapStick.

"What decision is that?" Jaeger didn't understand his sister's meaning. Of course that usually wasn't a surprise.

"I'm coming to visit you, Jaeger. It was a spur of the moment thing. I'm at the west harbor right now, getting something to drink before I leave."

This came as a shock to the usually calm Baldwin boy.

"You're coming over today? For how long?" That bass voice of his kept the man steady.

"Well, however long you'll have me!" The blonde laughed at herself. "I don't want to bother you and your work, but I thought that it's been so long since we've seen each other that..."

"I see! No no, it's wonderful! I look forward to you getting here. I'll call a friend of mine, he'll have you over here by boat in a jiffy."

"Splendid! Okay then, my battery is dying so I should probably let you go. See you in a few hours!"

Jaeger exchanged good-byes with his sister and set the phone down, eerily quiet. He then chose to make a call to Slicer.

"Yes sir, what is it?" The pale man inquired.

"I have news that borders on both sides of the moon. My younger sister, Selma, is coming to visit. Today."

"Oh. I see how that can pose a problem for you, sir. Does she know of your... hobbies?"

"Not exactly." He gave a disheartened chuckle. "This is going to be a bit problematic, but I don't want anyone blowing our cover. She'll be our temporary guest and I want her treated as such. Understood?"

"Yes, sir. I'll grant her with the finest hospitality we have to offer."

"Good." And with that, Jaeger hung up.

The big man sat in his chair, frowning and rolling the new cigar around in his mouth.

He sighed. "This whole operation could be jeopardized because of my sister's unannounced visit... I'll have to make sure she doesn't come in contact with our plans."

A dark expression crossed his face.

"Otherwise, I can't be held accountable for what might happen."

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AN: I wrote this chapter over the weekend during my family reunion. That's why it took so long for the update. Sorry guys! Hope you enjoyed it!

I felt bad for not having Donny in any of the first three chapters, so he takes on a big role in this one. So far, he's the only one that knows at least half of what's going on so far with him and his bros. And now that Selma Baldwin has come into the picture, how will Jaeger fare?

WE'LL FIND OUT NEXT TIME! :D